A Courtship (by Ted Kooser)
May 16 2002
There were parts of herself <br/>that were not in the mirror <br/>and those were pretty: <br/>a kindly touch inside the gloves <br/>of her big red hands, <br/>a well of patience behind <br/>her ropy eyebrows, <br/>and a love of children <br/>under the knocking bones <br/>of her breast. It was these <br/>he admired, while she <br/>could see him needing her <br/>behind that freshly shaven face <br/>with a cleft in its chin <br/>in which black whiskers grew <br/>beyond a razor's reach.